Travel the universe, they said. You'll be a changed Blaxor, they said. As another of those pathetic creatures climbed up his back and slid with glee down his giant tongue, he cursed his lack of mobility in this oppressive atmosphere. Stuck on a backwards planet and resembling, in all his miserable lack of fortune, a plaything of these primitive savages, he silently wished a pox on his friends and family at home across the galaxy.
He was in hell. |